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[wereperrito]

Hello? Hello! This is Jack.

Um, I am in one of the back trailers in the second convoy. And I have found sewing supplies and more fabric, and I thought, well, some of us have been going through, erm, changes. These can be hard on our clothing or make wearing certain clothing difficult.

I am not the best tailor in the world, I cannot make a patch or mended tear invisible or create clothing from scratch, but I know how to mend very well if you do not need it to be invisible. Also I can probably take your old clothes and alter them to fit you better.

I will be down here all evening if you would like to stop by. I will try to be here most evenings after dinner but before bed in case anyone needs help fixing your clothes. Okay? Okay.

[And with that slightly distracted-sounding final note, as the sound of fabric rustling around marks him getting back to work, he signs off.

He will indeed be down in the shops section of the convoy all evening, working diligently to patch, mend, repair, and alter clothing for anyone who comes by. If no one comes by, he's working on his own clothes or trying to work out how to make a pattern so he can learn how to make clothes from scratch, preferably with as little wasted material on mistakes as possible. He has no idea if he will ever find more, after all.]

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[wereperrito]

"It's all right. I keep myself busy," Jack assures it. Case in point, even as they've been talking, he's been working the hem on SecUnit's sleeve. His hands are always busy when he talks, whether it be with work or punctuating his speech. "I would not have anything to watch it on, either." He flashes it a smile. "Thank you for offering, though."

He holds up the sleeve, considering the hem, then makes another few stitches. "There. Come take this and try it on? If it is the right length, then you can take it back."

[serialmurderbot]

From the speed SecUnit stops pretending to be casually hanging around and comes over to take the jacket back, it's been downplaying how uncomfortable the whole prospect of removing its outer layers has left it. It holds out its hand for the jacket, and once it's give, promptly tries the thing on.

There is at least a half-second where it checks the length of the sleeve, and gives an experimental tug at the stitched parts to make sure the entire thing won't come unraveled with the movement. Then it glances at Jack - not quite meeting his eye, but checking to see whether he seems satisfied enough with his work.

[wereperrito]

Jack looks over it critically, then nods firmly. "It looks like it will hold. If it does not, bring it back to me and I can fix it again. Hopefully better that time, if it falls apart that quickly," he adds with a wrinkled nose.

[serialmurderbot]

"It probably won't be your fault. There's a lot of monsters here."

Said with the casual assurance that SecUnit will of course be fighting more of them - though Jack's offer of repair does stick out in its brain, It might actually have to find some back-ups. Which means scavenging for itself.

With that in mind it starts to turn for the door to the cab, only pausing for another half-second, just in case Jack comes up with some last-minute addition that really does need to be made.

[wereperrito]

Jack waves it off amiably with a smile. "Go, go. I have kept you long enough. You know where to find me if it is torn again." And he shuffles back to his table to get back to work on other projects. He can recognize that SecUnit is ready to get going, and probably was ready a while ago.